Submissive man takes on the whole party.
I had resigned myself to another frustrating night alone without relief. It had been two weeks since I had last been allowed an orgasm, and the need was deep in my groin.
This was not the first time that a significant period of time had passed without contact from my master, but this was the longest he had gone without coming to me, and he had been very specific that I could not masturbate and cum until he told me I could. So, naturally, I had not so much as touched myself since our last encounter. When you are a bought-and-paid-for sex slave, you do not risk disobedience, even when you are as desperate as I was to take my dick in hand and jack off wildly until I exploded in orgasmic redemption.
Looking back on it, I guess I should have read the warning signs of what was about to happen. Not only had it been two weeks since I had heard from Master, but the groceries in my apartment were starting to run out, and that had never before happened in the two years that I had been Master’s slave. He had always been good to me, treating me like a king (or a queen) when I deserved it, and treating me like a piece of dirt when I deserved that too.